Of sooty sweeps, or colliers, and besides, Nobody knew if they were clean or not- In face and limb, They look'd like Devils, tho' they sang like Saints They wanted washing! not that slight ablution But good, hard, honest, energetic rubbing Sousing each sooty frame from heels to head Who laid and hatch'd, and nursed the plan- The baths and brushes in full operation! Go in a raven and come out a swan ! While fair as Cavendishes, Vanes, and Russels, Black Venus rises from the soapy surge, And all the little Niggerlings emerge As lily-white as mussels. Sweet was the vision-but alas ! However in prospectus bright and sunny, To bring such visionary scenes to pass One thing was requisite, and that was—money! Money, that pays the laundress and her bills, For socks, and collars, shirts, and frills, Cravats and kerchiefs-money, without which A thing to make all Christians sad and shivery, To think of millions of immortal souls Dwelling in bodies black as coals, And living-so to speak-in Satan's livery! Money-the root of evil-dross and stuff! While he whose fortune was at best a brittle one, Moved by this logic, or appall'd, To persons of a certain turn so proper, The money came when call'd In silver, gold, and copper, Presents from "friends to blacks," or foes to whites, And charitable lifts, Printed in lists and quarterly transactions. The Dowager Lady Scannel, A bar of soap. A stable broom, And Mrs. Grubb, A tub. Great were the sums collected! And great results in consequence expected. The blacks, confound them! were as black as ever! Yes! spite of all the water soused aloft, And scourers in the office strong and clever, In spite of all the tubbing, rubbing, scrubbing, The routing and the grubbing, The blacks, confound them! were as black as ever! In fact, in his perennial speech, The chairman owned the niggers did not bleach, As he had hoped, From being washed and soap'd, A circumstance he named with grief and pity; For self and the Committee, And scrubbing at the Blacks from day to day, Although he could not promise perfect white, From certain symptoms that had come to light, He hoped in time to get them gray! Lull'd by his vague assurance, The friends and patrons of the sable tribe And waited, waited on with much endurance- |